Post by elizabeth4will on Jun 12, 2007 21:37:30 GMT -5
Here is one of my first stories. Enjoy! Modern Day Willabeth romance. Jack/OC romance on the side and James Norrington is her twin brother.
Author Notes- This has been recently updated and I dedicate the new version of the story to StephCalvino for being such an awesome editor!! I also dedicate it to my reviewers!! You guys make me wanna write more!!!!!!!!!!!!
Disclaimer- All characters belong to Disney. No profit is being made from writing this.
This is my second story and I'm not sure how it is gonna go. How different would Will and Elizabeth would have been if they'd grown up both of the rich and living in a modern day, extremely expensive boarding school! Elizabeth Swann is new and is having troubling issues with her past. She was greatly tormented when she went to an all girls boarding school which pretty much ruined her self esteem. They personalities are quite different but I tried to use psychology to figure out how different they would be because of their different upbringing but the same person at heart. Join them on a journey of self discovery and of love. Jack Sparrow and James Norrington make an appearance.
(some of my ideas have gotten inspiration from POTC actors other films)
Chapter One- New Surroundings!
Elizabeth Swann sat outside Mr. Simmons’ office, waiting to be summoned in by his secretary. Mr. Simmons was Head Master Simmons of Pembury College. Pembury College was a two hundred year old institution that had in the past hundred years changed from being a Catholic school to being one of the only schools in Britain that wasn’t based on religion. The school had changed its way of teaching students, mixing modern techniques with age old principles.
Elizabeth Swann was getting restless. She uncrossed legs then crossed them again, finding that the only way she was comfortable. Stupid mother, she thought to herself, silently cursing all those lessons her mother had nailed into her about proper posture at a young age.
“Miss Swann,” Elizabeth looked up at the sound of Mr. Simmons’ secretary, Mrs. Munyard’s, voice. Mrs. Munyard was a woman in her late forties; she was wearing librarians’ glasses half way down her nose and was peering at Elizabeth through them with a look of distain. “Mr. Simmons’ is ready for you now.”
“Thank you,” Elizabeth replied softly as the nervous fluttering in her stomach increased. She walked across the room to the large mahogany doors and opened them. She had observed while walking through the grounds and halls to the Head Master’s office that mahogany appeared to have been a popular wood while this school was being built, as it appeared everywhere. Her theory was confirmed when she walked into Mr. Simmons’ office. Like all the rooms she had seen so far, this one was decorated the same way it would have been two hundred years ago.
Mr. Simmons was a tall, thin elderly man with stern eyes and an air of superiority. He gave Elizabeth a kind smile that didn’t reach the eyes and beckoned her to sit down as he said, “Good morning, Ms. Swann.”
She sat down on the edge of one of his large leather armchairs and crossed her legs, making sure to push her skirt over her knees as she did. Having to meet this man hadn’t done anything but increase her nerves.
“I would like to take this moment to welcome you to Pembury College. I am honoured to welcome you to this fine institution,” Elizabeth listened with false interest as he went on about traditional values mixed with modern techniques and the promise of a better life here. Mr. Simmons had clearly given this speech many a time before.
“Ms. Swann, I must add that I told your parents that your previous…indiscretions are not going to be held against you, we realise that all young people sometimes have problems in particular environments, hence you being brought here.” Elizabeth nodded hesitantly unsure of what she was supposed to do.
“However,” he continued. “That behaviour in which you displayed, how ever briefly, at St. Catherine’s will not be tolerated in my fine school. Your parents have assured me that this behaviour was the result of acute stress and unhappiness and is unlikely to appear again given the right environment. They also believe that because your brother attends this college you will be guided by him, who happens to be one of our best students”
He leaned back in his chair and looked thoughtfully at Elizabeth before adding,
“I hope Ms. Swann you realise that this College isn’t your refuge. That attending this school means you must work harder than anyone else to achieve what you want.” Elizabeth nodded confidently.
“I have every intention of striving to do my best here, Sir,” Elizabeth hated the fact that this man thought she wanted help.
“Good. Then I believe our problems will be minimal.” He stood up and walked over to an old tapestry, examining it with his fingers.
“I have decided to make you a Prefect,” he said as though it was a great announcement.
“A Prefect, sir?”
“Yes, a Prefect. I know it goes against the grain as most Prefects have to travel through the school and earn a reputation but I think this is right for you. You have an outstanding academic report and you do have quite an impressive list of extracurricular activities. Your mother had explained to me that even though you were a bit of an outsider at St. Catherine’s you have been a great role model to younger girls in your family’s acquaintance.”
For the most part, Elizabeth Swann’s mother had done a good job at raising her daughter, in the eyes of high society that regarded good manners and appearance the most important factor of raising a child. What Elizabeth’s parents had failed in was love and attention, instead giving it to their high society friends while they shipped her and her brother off to relatives or schools.
There was a knock at the door.
“Come in,” Head Master Simmons boomed. It was his secretary. “Prefect James Swann is here as requested, Mr. Simmons,”
“Oh good,” He replied. “Tell him his sister will join him momentarily.” Elizabeth smiled at the prospect of seeing James again. She looked at the Head Master and he said,
“I thought it would be a good idea if Young Master Swann showed you around and explained to you your Prefect duties,”
“Thank you, Head Master,” she replied softly. He stood and walked around to the desk to her chair, beckoning her to stand. She did and he said,
“I hope that everything goes well for you at Pembury, Miss Swann. But please do not make me regret my decision of allowing you to become a Prefect,” she nodded and walked towards the door, taking his speech as a goodbye.
“Thank you for everything, Head Master,” she said before leaving the room.
Mrs. Munyard looked at her and said, “Your brother is waiting for you outside,” Elizabeth nodded and walked out the way she came. The main building was at the front of a giant quadrangle, facing east. The south building held the library, the west and north building were class rooms. Beyond the main quad were buildings that were the Houses, which were the student dorms. Elizabeth knew from James letters the gist of how the school operated. There were only four houses, as the school didn’t have many pupils. The houses were divided into two sections, male and female. Normally this was done on different floors. Elizabeth was now a member of Cranbrook House, same as James. The rule is there were six Prefects per house, three boys and three girls. One of the girls had just moved schools hence Elizabeth getting the role.
James was standing in the middle of the quadrangle, on the grass in the courtyard. As soon as he saw her James came bounding across the yard and pulled her into a hug swinging her around. “James!” she cried as she hugged him back. “It’s so good to see you!”
“How are you?” he asked quietly, pulling away to look at her. James had grown up so much since she had seen him last. He was tall, handsome, with brown hair and grey eyes. They were twins, but were complete opposites in appearance. “I’m okay,” she replied softly, looking away. James was the only one who truly knew of the horrible times she experienced at St. Catherine’s.
“Glad to be here with you,” They started walking, Elizabeth on his arm, guiding her away from the quadrangle.
“Everything is going to be okay now,” he promised. “I better show you Cranbrook House. Now, here is how it works. Apart from teaching, the Professors have pretty much nothing to do with the students. To the students, we Prefects are the closest things they will get to parents when they are here. You might think that our duties mainly consist of punishing bad behaviour and patrolling halls at night, but at Pembury we spend most of our free time taking care of the younger students. It isn’t fair because the teachers do bugger all while we make sure the younger kids are looked after. I suggest you sign up as a tutor, being as you are so good at English.” Elizabeth listened intently as he talked about general school life, fascinated by how different it was than St. Catherine’s.
As far as education and etiquette was concerned, the school was still very strict but they were pretty flexible when it came to the student’s day to day lives. As long as you attended classes, what you did with your free time was completely up to you. At St. Catherine’s you had your day completely scheduled so you never had a free moment. Elizabeth drew her thoughts away from St. Catherine’s, painful memories still fresh, just in time to hear her brother say,
“I’ve already signed you up for the girl’s football team as you requested,” Elizabeth brightened.
“Thanks James.” Both twins enjoyed football, James was Captain of the Senior Boys Football team and currently dating the Captain of the Senior Girls Football team, a girl named Sarah Laurence.
“Do I have to share a dorm?” Elizabeth asked.
“Unfortunately, yes. But only with one other girl. You live in the Prefect corridor of the Senior Girls section of the building, which are the upper levels. Lots of stairs to climb!” Elizabeth groaned and James laughed. “There are two lounges. One for the younger girls, ten to fifteen, and then another for the girls sixteen to eighteen.”
They reached the building and he held an oak door for Elizabeth to walk through. The foyer was large with a grand staircase directly in front of them. “Right” James said. “The door to the left is the main entrance to the boy’s lounge, no girls allowed. To your right is a small kitchen and eating area.” He pointed once again at the grand staircase and said, “These are the main stairs to the girl’s areas. No boys allowed up there. Sarah!” James exclaimed as an attractive young woman with dark red hair appeared, walking down the stairs.
“Hello, James. You must be Elizabeth. It’s lovely to meet you, I’m Sarah Laurence,” her smile was so genuine Elizabeth immediately returned it then replied,
“It is lovely to meet you too. I’ve heard so much about you!” James smiled and said,
“I’ll leave you two to it!” He kissed Sarah on the cheek and hugged Elizabeth before disappearing behind the big doors.
Elizabeth immediately felt alone but Sarah said,
“Come, let’s get you settled in,” They walked up the stairs into a corridor. “It’s so quiet,” Elizabeth said and Sarah laughed. “It is class time you know,” Elizabeth laughed. “I forgot!” Sarah continued,
“Around three to six it is pretty busy, and then we all go to the Oxbridge Hall for dinner. Then after seven till around ten it’s very loud. You’re a Prefect so it will be your job to make sure everyone is in bed after ten.”
“Who are the other Prefects?”
“Well, Claire Warden and Marissa George are the other two female Prefects then Will Turner and Cedric Mainland are the other two male prefects apart from James.”
“James talks about them a lot.” Elizabeth added, Sarah nodded and guided Elizabeth into a lounge.
“This is the older girls lounge. Only coffee and tea beverages are available and maybe some juice. No food unfortunately, you have to go downstairs and even then there isn’t much. The important thing is not to miss the meals!”
Elizabeth nodded and Sarah beckoned Elizabeth down a short corridor. Last door on the left was labeled, Elizabeth Swann: Prefect. “Let me guess,” Elizabeth said and Sarah nodded, grinning. “Home, sweet home,” Sarah replied. “Oh, by the way, football practice is every Tuesday and Thursday afternoons, four thirty to five thirty and Saturday mornings seven till ten, which includes a practice game. I’ll leave you to yourself,”
Elizabeth smiled, thanking Sarah for everything and opened the door to her room.
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